MARRY MY BEST FRIEND HE’S GREAT!!! Clarke set down her beer and snorted. A friday night spent with a six pack and Best of Craigslist wasn’t exactly living her best life, but it was all she felt like doing after the week she’d had at the hospital. She clicked the link and moved her laptop to balance more comfortably on her knees.

MY BEST FRIEND IS AWESOME AND DESERVES TO BE MARRIED!!

He’s crazy smart and kind of a grump but that’s only because he loves his friends and we’re a bunch of idiots. He’s pan and really hot, but he’d kill me if I posted a picture of his face so here’s a picture of his chest instead:

Clarke tipped her head to the side and considered the proffered torso while she took a long swig of beer. He was wearing a grey Arkadia University t-shirt that looked soft and worn, and he did have nice, broad shoulders that stretched the shirt pleasantly. It looked like he had one arm around someone— a male someone— and the other one held a bottle of the same beer she was drinking.

She scrolled on.

I’m getting married to my fiance soon and I figured we should just make it a double wedding because he deserves to be as happy as we are and he hasn’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend in too long. All you gotta do is show up and marry my best friend!!!

I cannot emphasize enough how many long, rambling historical anecdotes he has

He hates going out so either you should be a shut-in too or maybe you should be the sort of person who can get him out of the house (I think the first one but my fiance says the second one is best idk use your best judgment there)

Adrian

Adrian clocked Officer Maggie Sawyer as a Little Shit™ from
about ten minutes after she rescued him from bad T and worse decisions
that could have gotten a little brown kid killed. Adrian came from a
great family, really, his parents were amazing and supportive and so
much that other kids didn’t get, but transitioning was expensive,
transitioning was hard in a heteronormative society, and by the time
Maggie found him he was already out of sorts because no insurance didn’t
just mean no T, it meant no puberty inhibitors, if he could even find a
doctor supportive of trans health. Maybe it was the smirk on her lips
after he was knocked on his ass or those big understanding eyes or that
teasing smile, but Officer Sawyer was safe and that wasn’t something every brown kid could count on,
straight or not.

As amazing as Maggie was when they met, she was still a
Little Shit™ because she took him out for ice cream after the clinic
and totally popped the bottom of the cone to smear Adrian’s face in
chocolate.

Adrian had a family. But Maggie joined it, the queer big sister
he needed at the most important time of his life. She’d meet him after
school to talk about the Queer Alliance club, take him to lunch on the
weekends, basically be the big sister he didn’t have. They talked girls,
Adrian’s crushes and Maggie’s.

Maggie played jokes and she teased, but she didn’t relax around
many people. Adrian noticed her girlfriends weren’t often among those
people.

For such an Established Gay™, Adrian’s adoptive big sister had shit taste in women.

Until Agent Hot Ass.

Oh my God, Adrian could not believe how much Maggie talked about the Fed
who stole her crime scene. In hindsight, that probably didn’t help
matters with the deteriorating state of Mag’s relationship with
what’s-her-name, but the blonde wasn’t good enough for his big sis anyway. She talked about her over the empanadas he cooked to celebrate her not dying after being kidnapped. Her big eyes glittered while talking about how much fun she had being tied up in the warehouse, filed under things Adrian never wanted to know about his sister, and being rescued by Supergirl and that really annoying Fed who’s also a doctor–Did you know
she’s really smart, Ade? She’s like a genius or something, because the
med staff at her top secret James Bond base didn’t say a word when she
patched me up.

She’s really good at pool, Ade. Which was weird, because he’d played pool with Maggie, she was great. And then Maggie explained, I mean, I’m letting her win, you know, the Feds get their feelings hurt so easily. Right.

Maggie had some bad nights sometimes. Sometimes he’d get a
call from the bartender at Maggie’s favorite bar, and he’d swing by to
give her a lift home in her cruiser (not that anyone on the force knew that) or just grab an uber if she brought her bike. Megan, she was
nice. Megan slipped him photos of his favorite cop and her new bff “just grabbin’ beers, kid.”

Then things got weird, and Maggie got quiet about Danvers. She didn’t talk about her as much. She looked sad when she
did. Then Maggie got drunk, and Maggie talks so much more about herself
when she’s drunk.
Alex came out to me, Ade. First. Because of me.
And Adrian smiled. But then Maggie confessed I can’t do that to her, I can’t destroy her, I destroy everything good.

Okay first of all, bullshit, you didn’t destroy me, Mags, you helped me be a better me. Second of all, Adrian couldn’t exactly blame this fed for a
sudden gay awakening because, and he could say this as an objective
straight man, Maggie was hot . Of course
Maggie made her question her sexuality, Maggie was a cop who drove a motorcycle, wore leather jackets, and carried handcuffs hellooooo.

Maggie was being stupid. Clearly she had feelings for this woman.

Those photos Megan took? Adrian may have printed off extras
and hung around Maggie’s apartment. On the cereal box Maggie had to jump
to reach. Behind her toothpaste in her medicine cabinet. He even
slipped one into “that” drawer in her nightstand (without looking, thank
you, he did not need to be scarred for life). Maggie Sawyer is a Little Shit™, but Adrian took notes any time he got the chance.

Maggie yelled at him for it.

Adrian knows damn well that Maggie put one of those photos in her wallet.

She’ll never admit it, but that’s fine.

A few days later she and the fed were friends again. She
wasn’t as talkative as before, but she wasn’t quiet like she had been
after Danvers kissed her.

And then she called him to tell him she got shot, but not to worry. What the fuck, Maggie?? Adrian was all set to come over and check for himself that she wasn’t dead but Actually, Ade, I’m not going to be home, I have to go talk to someone.

Adrian had a feeling he knew who she was going to see.

Judging by the mile-wide smile that met him for brunch, The Dimples™ seemingly multiplying, he was right and it went well.

Seeing Maggie begin to open up, and so quickly, was awesome. It gave him hope, because be real, Maggie, you’re a damn cactus, and meeting
Alex
meant meeting a dorky, unsure, but totally beautiful woman who had heart eyes for his queer mom. It was great!

Even better?

Watching Maggie screw with the Alex and her friends.

Hiding the last box of potstickers in a container of vegan yogurt (Kara), that time she tricked Alex into trying that one absolutely gross flavor of vegan ice cream so that her ice
cream would remain untouched on sister nights, and watching Maggie crush
that nerdy dude in video games online week after week while giving him
“tips” over the phone was Adrian’s absolute favorite.

These two were golden. Like, relationship goals.

Which is why, when he heard about that photo shoot James did, and what happened with Alex, Adrian may have talked to James about getting some perfectly work safe thank you candids of the couple to make two collages. One for each of
them, complete with glitter hearts and a couple sets of googly eyes (Kara was REALLY helpful). Those collages may or may not have found their way to Maggie’s desk at the precinct and Alex’s lab.